[Contents.] [About the Band.] [Their Music.] [Photography.] [Press Materials.] Join our mailing list: _____________ Subscribe [Their Music.] Broadside Electric o PO Box 331, Ardmore, PA 19003 +1 (610) 667-9219 o info@broadside.org ____________________ Search _________________________________________________________________ [Lyrics.] [Text Only.] : [Help.] : [Site Map.] << < > >> New York Girls As I walked out on South Street, a woman I did meet She asked me just to see her home she lived on Bleecker Street And away Santy, my dear Annie Ah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka And when we got to Bleecker Street we stopped at 44, Her mother and her sister came to meet us at the door And when we got inside the house the drinks were handed 'round The liquor was so awful strong my head went round and around And then had another drink before we sat to eat. The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep When I awoke next morning, I had an aching head. There was I, Jack all alone, stark naked in that bed! My gold watch and my money and my lady friend were gone And there was I, Jack all alone, stark naked in that room Now looking 'round this little room, there's nothing I could see But a woman's shift and apron, and they were no use to me With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes, down Cherry Street forlorn There Martin Churchill took me in, and sent me round Cape Horn So sailor lads, take warning, when you land on that New York shore, You'll have to get up early to be smarter than a whore [Text Only.] : [Help.] : [Site Map.] << < > >> _________________________________________________________________ Instruments | Liner Notes | Lyrics | Repertoire | Merchandise About the Band | Their Music | Photography | Press Materials Contents | Help | Site Map